Hinata, always full of glee, and sprite. But what if he had a hobby consisting of attention, and focus? A hobby, that allows him to express emotions, easily with just the tip of a pencil, or the paint on a brush. His sensei told him that he has a lo...
Practice ended, and i ran to sensei's classroom, but I couldn't help but think why he would help me out. Why me? The fidgety, energetic kid in class that never pays attention.
I made it to his classroom. He was behind his desk, preparing a blank page, pencil, rubber and some other things i might need like a ruler.
I sat on the other side of the desk.
"Hey sensei!"
"Hello Hinata. So your first task is to redraw this picture. First in a sketching form, second in a shaded form and third in color. I will assess this, based on the effort you put in and the accuracy. You won't leave my classroom until all three are done. And of course, art takes time, so I'm going to give you two free periods at school, so you can rest, because i have a feeling this will take a while."
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I swear my soul left my body at that very moment. HE WANTS ME TO REDRAW THIS!? THREE TIMES!? I might actually pass out doing this. I looked at him with a 'is this a joke?' Face, and he replied with a 'im dead serious' face. I groaned and started sketching out my first picture.
I finished EIGHT HOURS LATER! It was literally two am! He did let me have a break after each picture, but only ten minutes! Ughh! I felt like dropping dead, but I must say, i have never been so focused on something in my whole life. Needless to say, my attention span will probably increase by a whopping 10000000% within a week, if i end up doing this every day.
When i got home i tripped over one of the floor boards. I didn't even have the energy to get up. I laid there for around half an hour. Until I managed to actually pull myself of the ground. I groaned and changed into pajamas. Even though i had to be awake at 6AM for morning practice, and it's literally 3AM.
When I finished changing I practically fainted. I fell asleep within a whopping ten seconds!
But eventually, my 3 hour slumber, had come to an end. The piercing noise of my alarm was going off. I have never hated my alarm more than i did that night. I practically threw my hand on the alarm (y'know like those cringy American movies) and lazily dragged myself out of bed. I couldn't believe i found the energy to pick up my school clothes.
Nonetheless, i went to school. My mom gave me a smirk, like 'did you enjoy yesterday?' I rolled my eyes and she chuckled. I had to get some energy so i could still put up my best performance, otherwise BAKAyama, was going to use the iron claw. And i wanna keep my hair, thanks.
My mom gave me some really sugary meals for breakfast, since she could see my 'tirdness' if that's even a word. She gave me some protein bars, a coffee (so i could stay awake) and pancakes with syrup. I
I felt more energetic and made my way to practice. As i walked onto school grounds, i saw sensei. He gave me that 'be ready' look. I knew i had to last another night doing his painful 8 hour lessons. I groaned and he chuckled. I swear, that chuckle sucked the life out if me.
